Awakening the Divine Spark - Chapter 91. Give the devil a finger.

A story about a weak, small larva with a human soul, who travels all the way to become the ruler of the stars.

If life could start over, how would you choose?Would you still choose to be an ordinary person, perhaps with inner brilliance but unknown to others, watching the clouds roll by from a high vantage point?Or would you take the world as your stage, stirring up the winds and clouds, making the entire world dance around you, causing people's hearts to race with your every word and action?Everyone loves Mr. Lynch, everyone cannot do without him!Write your own laws, set down the rules I say, in this short span of life, either light up yourself or ignite the world!

What happens if a villainous playboy gangster is reincarnated into another world?Lin Feng: Wang Jian! How dare you capture my childhood friend and mess around with her?!Su Xian: I-I am with him willingly.Lin Feng: N-No way. You are lying. There is no way you would wear that maid dress otherwise!Wang Jian: It's not just her.Before Lin Feng could understand what he meant, in front of him appeared several women, all dressed in maid outfits. Upon seeing these women, his anger rose dramatically.Many of these were women who used to love him dearly. There was his fiances, teacher, cold princess, the immortal fairy and many other beauties.However, Lin Feng was just the first protagonist who suffered at Wang Jian's hands. The game had just begun as Wang Jian's wicked desires knew no bounds.

“Su Xiaomeng, about that night—”One sentence from Yin Shixiu and her world tilts.He’s her best friend’s thirty-two-year-old uncle, a man whose name opens every door in the city, and the last person she wants to tangle with.“Uncle, look—you weren’t thinking straight and I was blackout drunk. Let’s just pretend it never happened, okay?”“…Fine.”Three months later he discovers—via an excited niece—that Su Xiaomeng is pregnant.“The moment the baby’s born, you let me leave. No more hounding me!”“…Fine.”He signs the marriage contract she writes herself.“Uncle, I need spicy hot pot at midnight…”“…Fine.”He’s out the door in the snow, gathering ingredients until his fingers turn blue.“Uncle, I’m scared. He’s kicking so hard—it hurts…”“Alright, alright—no more babies after this.”On the eve of delivery, he strokes her back, whispering promises until her breathing steadies.